Lines on Elephants Having Breakfast By Lorna Wood

Lines on Elephants Having Breakfast

How do you, in leather skin,
swaying and munching, take me in?

Do you feel, wrinkly towers,
how I want to touch your powers?

Is the secret in your eye?
Long lashes screen it up on high.

I learn I am small.
That is all.

Lorna Wood is a violinist and writer in Auburn, Alabama. Her poetry has appeared in Angel Rust (Best of the Net nominee), After the Pause, Coastal Shelf, Escape Wheel (great weather for MEDIA), Poetry for the Thoughtful Young (B Cubed Press), Poetry South (Pushcart nominee), Leaves of Loquat V (second prize, Loquat Literary Festival contest), Luminous Echoes (poems shortlisted for Into the Void’s poetry contest), and ShufPoetry (New Pages review, 12/15/16), among others. She was also long-listed for the Erbacce Prize. In addition to poetry, she has published fiction, creative nonfiction, and scholarly essays. Find out more at amazon.com/author/lornawood.